A Sissy Refresher -- Part 2

After a few minutes, Sissy Erica returned to the room, this time wearing a delightful navy blue, knee length cocktail dress.  The fabric gathered below the bust highlighting Erica's exquisite figure. His hair was still perfectly coifed as he paraded in front of us atop his silver heels.

I was completely struck by how beautiful he was -- sexy actually -- yet at the same time his eyes clearly showed the extreme sadness and shame and fear he was feeling.

"Turn around, sweetie," Ms. Trainer instructed.  "We want to see you from every angle.  Erica complied, showing us his sweet little ass, his dress tailored to highlight his tush. It looked just as perfect as it did in the gold silk dress he was wearing before. "Go ahead, Roberto," Ms. Trainer urged.  "Go ahead and give it a squeeze -- or a spank. I'm sure you want to!" she said with a laugh.  And with that Roberto got up from the sofa and walked up to Erica, still standing motionless with his back to us.  Roberto but his hand on Erica's ass and started rubbing and squeezing. "Oh, yeah. That's nice!" Roberto reported. "Really nice..."  Despite his extensive training, I could see Erica shudder and stiffen as Roberto placed his big manly hand on his pert little bottom.







"That's enough for now," I said to Roberto. "There will be plenty of time for that when we get home."

I have to apologize.  I jumped right into my story without giving you any of the background.  Eric and I were married about seven years ago.  It wasn't until after we were married that I learned that Eric was a sissy crossdresser.  He tried to hide it from me but of course I figured out what was going on.  Well about five years ago I decided that I was tiring of Eric's secretive crossdressing on the weekends and his pathetic attempts to act masculine the rest of the time.  I was no longer interested in him sexually and I wanted to make some major changes in our lives.  I decided that it was time for him to give into his weak, feminine and submissive nature once and for all.  I did some research and learned about Ms. Trainer's Transformation Services.  This was exactly what I wanted. I immediately enrolled Eric in the complete sissification package.  He cried and cried when he realized what was about to happen to him as I handed him over to Ms. Trainer's staff.  But they quickly sedated him and dragged him inside to begin his fourteen month conversion.



At about the same time that I deposited hubby Eric at the Transformation Academy, I met my current lover, Roberto.  Roberto is an amazing lover -- strong and masculine.  He and I share the Master Bedroom.  And Eric -- now Erica -- has moved into a small bedroom near the laundry.  Erica is our submissive sissy maid 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  He is our personal slave doing whatever we want or need -- he cooks and cleans, serves us breakfast in bed, he massages and bathes us --everything.  And Roberto really enjoys fucking Erica, especially when I'm away.  I don't mind.  Roberto is a real man and he has his needs.

Roberto and I decided that we would celebrate our five year anniversary by taking a three month tour of Europe.  I was so excited!  It was going to cost a fortune, but that's OK because Eric had made millions in software before he became Erica.  And now Eric's millions are all mine.

Anyway, Roberto and I planned our trip.  But what to do about Erica? We couldn't leave him unsupervised for three months.  So I call Ms. Trainer for advice.  She suggested that, while we were away, I leave Erica with her for a brand new program she was launching -- An intensive "Sissy Refresher Course" for advanced sissies. Ms. Trainer gave me an initial description over the phone and later emailed me more details.  It sounded perfect so I agreed right away, even though it was very, very expensive.  And now that I was seeing the results, I know we had made the right decision and it was worth every penny.

"That's very nice Erica," Ms. Trainer said.  "Go back and put on the next outfit and model it for us."  And off Erica went again.

Before Erica minced out of the room on his high silver heels, I caught his eye once again.  Whatever Ms. Trainer had done to him over the past twelve weeks had left him a nervous, terrified wreck.

Taking Delivery of My New Sissy -- Part 1

Yesterday was the happiest day of my life. You see, I took possession of the new Sissy I had ordered from Ms. Trainer's Feminization Service. When I set eyes on my new Sissy boy, well my heart nearly stopped beating -- and my great big dick got instantly hard! 


When I arrived at Ms. Trainer's I was led into a private reception room where my sissy was waiting for me.  He was patiently kneeling on the floor, his skinny, frail little body barely concealed by a flimsy, sheer black lingerie set.  I thought he looked like a little angel.  His skin was pale and soft, his face was made-up perfectly, and his perfect titties were visible through his sheer lacy blouse.

I had gotten addicted to sissies about 5 years ago after my second wife left me.  I never had much luck with women.  They won't tolerate my abusive behavior and my insatiable need for sex. That's when I started hanging out at tranny bars and picking up sissies for one-night stands.  It was easy and I could treat them like shit -- and they seemed to enjoy it.  But I grew tired of the bar scene and the drag queens that I was having sex with weren't doing it for me any more.  

That's when I learned about Ms. Trainer's Service.  For an enormous sum of cash (don't worry, I'm rich) Ms. Trainer said she could provide me with a trained, transformed sissy that would meet my every requirement.  Well that's what she did and she exceeded my expectations.

My new sissy is simply gorgeous.  At first I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect little sissy body.  But then I noticed his big, beautiful hazel eyes.  I was entranced.  I knew I had found the sissy of my dreams!

"Your new name is 'Gwendolyn'," I announced.  "And you shall call me 'Daddy'.  Or 'Sir'  Any Questions?" 

"No questions, Daddy...Sir," my new sissy answered immediately and meekly.

"Good," I responded.  "Now, tell me about yourself.  Tell me where you come from and how you came to be here," I asked.

Sissy Gwedolyn seemed surprised by the question at first but after a moment started to answer.  "Well, Daddy, Sir," he started.  "I was born in a town outside of C..."

Before Sissy Gwendolyn could even start his first sentence, I slapped him hard across his pretty sissy face. "Nobody cares about who you were or where you came from," I snarled.  "As far as we are concerned, your entire life started today, right here, when you met me. I am your life.  I am everything.  Beyond me there is nothing.  And without me, you are nothing.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy Sir.  Yes, yes, I understand.  Please forgive me.  I am so sorry.  That will never happen again," Sissy Gwendolyn managed to blurt out knowing that he had badly transgressed.



"Now suck my dick," I commanded.  Sissy Gwendolyn did exactly as directed. As he unzipped my pants and pulled down my briefs, he gasped -- either in admiration or more likely terror -- at the size of my monstrous cock.  He quickly regained his composure and focus. He pulled his pretty shoulder length hair back away from his lovely face and went to town on my cock.  My new little sissy knew exactly what he was doing in the cock sucking department!  He kissed, licked and sucked my rock hard dick until it exploded in his pretty little mouth.  He eagerly swallowed every single drop of my cum as if it were the most expensive and delicious champagne in the world!

Sissy Attitude Adjustment

Poor Sissy Millie just couldn't seem to accept what was happening to him. 

Physically, Sissy Millie was a huge success -- his forced transformation from occasional crossdresser to chemically and surgically feminized sissy was nearly perfect.  His face was smooth and beautiful, his body was soft and slender.  His hair was long and full.  And his boobs were...well...incredible.  Just look at them!  I can't resist squeezing them and playing with them!

Everything was perfect except for his attitude.

You see, Sissy Millie continued to insist that he was "a man."  He kept shouting that his name was Simon and he would never be another man's full-time, live-in sissy slave.

This was a real problem for me.  Sissy Millie's new owner was scheduled to take possession of his sissy in just three weeks.  But Sissy Millie's attitude -- his entire mental state -- needed a major adjustment.  And quickly!

I've been through this many times before and I have never failed to break a sissy. Sissy Millie is going to wish he had cooperated with his transformation and succumbed to his new life before it came to this.  He is going to endure punishment beyond his wildest imagination.  Once it begins, he is going to start begging me to stop the torture -- begging to be allowed to embrace his new life as a sissy maid and sex slave.  But I am not going to stop until I know that Simon is gone and only Sissy Millie remains. And if that takes three weeks, well that's OK with me. 

Sissy Millie has been tightly corseted, bound and perched on that little stool all night long, a 12 inch dildo vibrating and pulsing wildly in his sissy pussy.  Morning has finally arrived after a long, painful and sleepless night.  He is terrified and exhausted. But his worst fears about what are about to happen to him are nothing -- NOTHING -- compared to what this final stage of his transformation will be like. We will completely break his will and his soul.

I feel no guilt about the suffering Sissy Millie will soon endure.  This is all his own damn fault.

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 2

Turning your ex husband into a full time Sissy Nanny is so rewarding.  You get to have all the fun of becoming a Mommy without having to do any of the work!  That's what Sissy Nannies are for.  Plus you get to enjoy watching your pathetic ex-husband work himself to exhaustion caring for the baby that your lover fathered.  It doesn't get any better than that!  Or does it?

There have been amazing advances in medicine recently.  Did you know that there are now drugs that encourage lactation?  It's true.  That means your Sissy Nanny can breast feed your baby!  You can create your own Sissy Wet Nurse!

When I learned about this, I was so excited!  I wanted to have my sissy ex-husband breastfeed my lover's child.  I called Ms. Trainer and she directed me to a doctor who would prescribe the meds.

It takes a little while, but after a few weeks of pumping your sissy full of these hormones, his breasts will start to balloon -- and voila!  Before you know it your confused little sissy will start leaking milk, having no idea what you have just done to him.  My Sissy Susie started sobbing when I explained he was now a wet nurse.  I punished him severely for that and reminded him, "There's no point crying over spilled milk!"  That joke still makes me laugh.


Anyway, it took a little coaching, but Nanny Susie (that's what we call him now) soon got the hang of breastfeeding. It turns out that my strong little Greggie Jr. has quite the appetite.  It seems like he is forever latched onto Nanny Susie's boobs, sucking away, day and night.  Greggie Jr.'s feedings leave Sissy Susie's nipples so red and raw and sore. Poor little Nanny Susie!  Just kidding.  I don't give a shit.




Doesn't little Greggie Jr. look cute in this picture?  He simply attacks those breasts when he's hungry. I can tell Greggie is going to grow into a real man, just like his father.   And just look at how huge Nanny Susie's tits are in this photo.  And I swear they are still getting bigger!




And here's a photo I took of Greggie nursing when we were on vacation in Florida.  Greg Sr. and I had such fun, playing golf, riding jet skis, dining out, going to clubs.  Nanny Susie kept busy taking care of my baby.  Here are the two of them by the pool.  I love making Nanny Susie nurse in public. Nanny Sissy looks so tired in this photo, doesn't he?  I guess that's because a Sissy Nanny's work is never done. And don't forget, just because your sissy is caring for and breastfeeding your baby, there is absolutely no reason that you and your lover can't still enjoy what's important -- like having your sissy serve you breakfast in bed each morning and all the other services your sissy performed before you had a baby.

Last night, after Nanny Susie had put Greggie to bed, cleaned up the dinner dishes and finished all his other evening chores, Greg Sr. and I shared some marvelous news with him.  I'm pregnant again!  And this time it's twins!

A Sissy for my Husband

I am a woman with a serious problem.  I have a condition that makes it very painful for me to have sex.  But I am married to a handsome man who I love very much.  To make matters worse, he has an enormous cock which makes having sex almost impossible for me.  He has tried to be patient and understanding with me, but he is a man, with a man's needs.

I was worried that my marriage would fall apart if I couldn't solve this problem.  I didn't want my husband taking up with a mistress.  I considered letting him see prostitutes but that seemed wrong on several levels.  Then a friend suggested that I consider getting a sissy to service my husband's needs.  I didn't know what she was talking about until she showed me this blog.  I had no idea that there were services, like Ms. Trainer's Academy, that are able to create -- and sell -- submissive sissies!  This seemed like a perfect solution to me.  I hated the idea of my husband being with another woman -- but it would be OK with me if he wanted to fuck a little feminized sissy.

When I first suggested this to my husband, he didn't like the idea at all.  He said that fucking a sissy would be "gay."  But then I showed him some of the pictures on this blog -- dozens of pictures of beautiful, sexy submissive sissies.  Not surprisingly, my husband gradually became more receptive to the idea.

Well, last month, the sissy I had ordered was finally delivered (the wait list is over a year!).  And our life has never been happier.  My dear husband gets to fuck his little sissy whenever and however he wants -- twice a day, sometimes three times a day.  It must be unbearable for the poor little sissy since my husband's dick is so huge. His poor little "sissy pussy" must scream with pain every time my husband attacks him.  Oh well.  I'm sure I don't care.



And here's the added bonus!  When my husband isn't fucking the little sissy whore's brains out, the little bitch is mine to do with whatever I want.  I simply love having a little sissy housemaid to do all the cleaning and cooking that I'm supposed to be doing.  I now have so much more free time to spend with my girlfriends while my husband is at work.

My husband and I have never been closer.  We are both happier knowing that his needs are being taken care of under our roof.

Thank you, Ms. Trainer, for saving our marriage.

A Sissy's Mother Has a Plan -- Part 2

Mr. Robbins had never experienced a blow job like this before -- not from any of his girlfriends or from his ex-wives or even from any of the hookers who worked for him. As he looked down at the reluctant sissy he was face fucking, he felt a sense of power and excitement he had never felt before. It was electrifying to have his dick sucked by a boy that was transformed into a girly love toy just for his pleasure.

The excitement was too much for Mr. Robbins. As he started to cum, he roughly pulled Sissy Billy's head into his crotch, ramming the full length of his dick far down the sissy's throat. Mr. Robbin's orgasm was explosive. It felt as if he was pumping gallon after gallon of semen into the feminized plaything in front of him. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life!

But for poor Sissy Billy, it was not enjoyable at all.  He struggled to remain conscious throughout the ordeal as the giant cock was forced down his throat while Mr. Robbins roughly gripped the back of the sissy's pretty little head. 

As Mr. Robbins slowly removed his spent cock from Sissy Billy's mouth, he had a realization. Why should he put up Billy's mother -- that gold-digging bitch -- when he could just have her sissy son instead?  He sent a text to his "driver" who was waiting outside.  "Need U 2 take out trash."

Sissy Billy was collapsed on the floor after his brutal face fucking.  He was gagging, gasping for air and sobbing all at the same time.  Mr. Robbins kicked Sissy Billy.  "Go fix your make-up, Sissy," Mr. Robbins said. "I'm not done with you yet."

Billy had seated himself at the vanity when the "driver" -- one of Mr. Robbins' thugs -- burst into the room. Mother and Billy were shocked when this stranger, this mountain of a man, stormed into the bedroom.

"What's going on here?!  Who are you?!" Mother screeched, as she tried to cover her nearly naked body.  

"Which one?" the driver asked, ignoring Mother's question.  

"The old one," replied Mr. Robbins. And while Sissy Billy sat in open-mouthed shock, the driver overpowered Mother and held a drugged rag over her nose and mouth until she was unconconsious. The driver then threw Mother over his shoulder and carried her out to the car.   

"What's...what's happening?" Sissy Billy managed.  "What did you do to my Mother?"

"Don't worry about her.  She's just going away."  What he didn't say was that Mother would soon be lying in a New Jersey landfill.

"Well now, Billy," Mr. Robbins continued. "It looks like it's going to be just you and me from now on. You're going to move into my house and you're going to be my full time Sissy whore.  Doesn't that sound like fun?" he added with a snear. 

"Maybe I'll give you some great big boobs.  Yeah, I like that idea.  And maybe I'll cut off your dick."  Mr. Robbins' own dick was starting to get hard again.  Roughly, he grabbed the sissy and bent him over the back of a love seat, positioning the sissy's little bottom up in the air. "Time to lose your sissy cheery!" Mr. Robbins said as he drove his big dick into Billy's tight little bottom.

"On, yeah! That feels great!" Mr. Robbins exclaimed.  Mr. Robbins had another explosive orgasm while tears of pain, humiliation and fear poured down Sissy Billy's face.  

Completing my Husband's Sissy Journey -- Part 1

My husband is gorgeous!!! Don't you agree?

Two years ago, I decided that I wanted my crossdressing husband to go full-time as a woman.  This would require some surgery, some hormones and, of course, a lot a changes to his lifestyle.  I know he didn't like the idea at first but he is too much of a sissy to resist anything I say.

And now I have my very own beautiful, obedient lesbian love slave.  His new name is Colette.  

My husband had admitted to me that he was a crossdresser from the very early in our relationship.  I didn't mind.  He was a gentle, sweet man and if he enjoyed occassionaly acting and dressing as a woman, I wasn't going to stop him.  But over time I learned that he was more than a crossdresser.  He was, deep inside, a sissy who desparately needed a strong, confident woman -- like me -- to control him.  To own him.





Soon after we were married it became very clear that I was to be the decision maker in the family.   I was delighted to be in control and never questioned.  All he wanted to do was to please me and serve me.  For me, it was wonderful having a sweet little sissy slavishly tending to my every need.

But after a while, endulging my husband's fantasies grew constraining.  His dress-up games kept us locked up in side our home.  I wanted more social activity, more excitement.  The solution, I decided, was to turn my husband into a full-time girl.

So now, during the week, he is my full-time sissy housewife. Colette takes care of our home while I am at work.  And in the evenings, we go out to restaurants and bars, the theater and shopping.  We do everything together.  It is so much fun for me.

And when we get home, the sex is amazing.  I get so turned on watching my sweet sissy housewife underdress, revealing the sexy lingerie I like him to wear.  It is so exciting as Colette crawls up between my thighs as he brings me to orgasm over and over with his soft full lips and his talented tounge.

But during the weekends, that's when things get really exciting...

  

Spring Break Sissy

When I told my parents that I was going to Florida for spring break, they were really worried.  They pictured me hanging out at wild, drunken parties and stuff like that.

But actually, my spring break is very different -- but my parents don't need to know that. 

You see, I am spending the entire week as Professor Wilson's sissy!


Here's a photo of me in the hot tub with my Professor and Master.

It all started last fall when I was taking Professor Wilson's Human Sexuality class.  I went to see him during his office hours one afternoon because I needed help understanding an assignment.  He closed the door to his office after I sat down.  Before I could even ask a single question, Professor Wilson asked me, "You're a sissy, aren't you?"

I was shocked and scared by his question.  The truth is that I am a closeted cross-dresser, often having fantasies of submitting myself to be feminized and controled by a dominant man or woman.  But this was my secret.  I had never told anyone this.  How could Professor Wilson possibly know?

"I asked you a question, sissy!" he shouted.  "Don't deny it.  I know what you are.  I can tell.  It's my expertise, after all.  Now I am going to ask you again.  Are you a sissy?"

I lowered my eyes to the floor, and softly answered, "Yes," unable to resist the Professor's command.

"I knew it!" he exclaimed with a self-satisfied smile.  "Well from now on you are going to be MY sissy.  That means you will do whatever I tell you to do.  You will submit to me in all ways.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I meekly responded.  Professor Wilson smiled again.

I now visit Professor Wilson at his home every evening and every weekend.   When we are together, he is not nice to me at all.  As I walk in the door, he instructs me on how I should dress for the evening.   I prepare myself as quickly as possible -- make-up, lingerie, a dress, stockings, heels -- the works.  He then proceeds to order me around for the next few hours.  This usually includes cleaning his house, doing his laundry and making his dinner.   If I do anything that displeases him, he throws me over his knee for a harsh spanking.  

When my chores are done and he has finished eating, he has sex with me.  He often orders me to bend over the back of the couch so he can take me from behind.  If there is a big game on TV, he makes me suck on his cock while he watches the game.  Then after he cums and I have cleaned up the mess, he orders me to get out.

My Professor/Master has helped me to understand that, as his sissy, I exist for only one reason -- to serve and please my Master -- and that my feelings have no importance.  I am just an object for him to use for his pleasure.   

Now it is Spring Break and Professor Wilson has arranged for a perfect Master/Sissy vacation.  All year I have growing my hair out and Master has kept me on a strict diet so that I would look extra girlie for our trip.  He rented a beautiful condo that has a view of the Intercoastal Waterway, a big deck and a hot tub.  He packed several pretty outfits for me to wear, lots of sexy lingerie and even two bikinis!

Master has been so nice to me since we arrived at the condo!  Of course I have to do all the chores and follow all of his orders and he has spanked me a few times.  But mostly we are passing our days and night in bed or in the hot tub.  It has been so romantic!  We have been spending hours and hours kissing and having sex.  And after he is done having sex with me, he has been letting me snuggle up against him.  I feel so safe and happy when Master wraps his big strong arms around me. 

Here we are in the tub again.  I am giving him a handjob.  His enormous, hard cock feels so good in my soft, manicured hand.  I am so content and fulfilled serving and pleasing my Master.  

I wish my Sissy Spring Break would never end.

Blonde Sissy for Black Master

When the world middleweight boxing champ wanted to get his very own sissy, he came to me. He was a black man, amazingly strong and fabulously wealthy.

I transformed a young man into a perfect sissy sex toy for him.  Sissy Tammy's body had been forcibly feminized to perfection.  Sissy Tammy was petite, blonde and completely terrified of his new owner, who has made Sissy Tammy's life a nonstop nightmare.

Master enjoys using Sissy Tammy as his own living sex doll, forcing himself on his defenseless little sissy whenever and where ever he wants.  Master likes to pick his sissy up in his big strong arms and fuck him in mid air, roughly bouncing his sissy up and down, again and again, on his rock hard cock.  Poor little Sissy Tammy feels like he is going to be split in two every time Master rams his huge cock into his tight little Sissy pussy.  Sissy screams in pain with each thrust, but the sissy's sceams just get Master more excited.

After Master is done filling Sissy Tammy's ass with gallons of his hot cum, Sissy Tammy crawls between his Master's legs and carefully licks his Master's massive dick clean.  If Master gets hard again, then Sissy Tammy gets to swallow another load of his black Master's seed.  And when Master tires of having his enormous dick sucked, he lies down on his king sized bed for his nightly massage.  Sissy Tammy has been trained to expertly massage his Master's strong, muscular body.

Oh dear, it looks like the massage is making Master's dick hard again.  Get ready for another fucking, Sissy!

The Sissy Behind the Curtain

"Martin!" my wife shouted, "Get out here.  NOW!"

My wife had caught me dressing up in her clothes a few weeks ago -- and she didn't like that one little bit.

"Don't be shy, Martin!" she continued.  "We all want to see how pretty you are."  My wife and her lover were waiting for me in the Master bedroom.  They both started giggling when she said that.

I had been dreading this moment.  During the afternoon, my wife had spent hours getting me ready.  First she did my make-up and pinned a curly brunette wig on my head.  Then she dressed me in a sexy red outfit including some strappy high heel sandals that she had picked out for me to wear tonight.  She even put some of her jewelry on me.



"WE"RE WAITING!" she yelled.

I reluctantly stuck my head through the curtain that separated the Master bedroom from the dressing area.  I saw my wife and her lover, both half naked, wrapped in each other's arms sitting on the bed.

"Come on now," my wife called.  "Come all the way out here.  Don't keep us waiting any more."








I tentatively pulled back the maroon curtain and stepped fully into the Master bedroom.

"OH MY GOD!" her lover shouted.  "I can't believe this!  What a Sissy!  He really does look like a girl!"

"Can you believe I actually married a Sissy faggot like that?" my wife asked.

"Now do that sexy dance I taught you," my wife commanded.  And with that, I began to sway and rock, wiggling my hips in a sort of burlesque dance.   "Oh yes!  That's soooo sexy!"  my wife yelled.  And with that, the couple on the bed broke down into fits of laughter.

After a few minutes my wife told me to stop dancing and to come stand next to the bed.  "Now you just stand there and watch while a real man fucks me."  As she said that, the two lovers stripped off the rest of their clothes.  My wife's lover was a big, muscular man with a huge cock.  I just stood there, wearing my sexy red lingerie, while he climbed on top of my naked wife and started fucking her.  I couldn't fight back the tears as my wife started screaming with pleasure, being fucked by such a masculine man. 

After they were done fucking, my wife sat up and looked at me with disgust.  "Aw, is the widdle sissy sad because he's feeling left out?  Well don't cry, sissy.  We have something very important for you to do.  Now get on your knees and clean my man's cock with that pretty sissy mouth of yours."

I did exactly as I was ordered.  As I wrapped my painted lips around this giant cock I realized my life would never be the same again.

A Sissy's Passage to India

Sissy Kismet was one of my bus depot runaway finds. He was young, small, alone and desperate. Just perfect for me!

I had an outstanding order from an Indian textile billionaire.  He had given me very precise specifications but I just couldn't find the right raw materials to make the Sissy wife he wanted. He also had a practically unlimited budget, so I was motivated not to disappoint this client.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon this perfect little sissy-to-be. It was easy to lure this frightened, exhausted little runaway back to my home where I could perform my feminization magic.

Within 24 hours, my latest acquisition was begging to be returned to his wretched life as a hungry bus depot runaway -- anything to escape the horror of his forced transformation.  I had to do a rush job.  My Indian client wanted to take delivery in just seven months so I pulled out all the stops.  Little Sissy Kismet's life became a non-stop, 24/7 exercise in extreme feminization.   I used massive dosages of hormones, some quick surgeries combined with brutal behavior modification training to perform the rapid transformation.

In preparation for my client taking delivery of his new young Sissy bride, he had purchased a traditional Indian wedding outfit -- complete with a long silk sari, veil and jewelry -- and had it shipped to me.  On the day my client came to inspect his new possession for the first time, I dressed the precious little Sissy in his wedding dress and jewels and carefully did his make-up to make him look both exotic and innocent.  I was delighted with how he looked.

Poor Sissy Kismet was in such a panic waiting for his new Husband and Master to arrive.  The pathetic little thing was literally quivering with terror.  But things really started to be fun when my client arrived.

My rich Indian client was repulsive.  He was a fat, disgusting brute.  He even smelled bad.  But when he first laid eyes on Sissy Kismet, I could tell that I had exceeded his expectations.  As he walked around his Sissy bride, inspecting his purchase, his excitement mounted.  The Sissy just stood there, motionless as he had been trained, his eyes looking down to the floor.  The disgusting businessman gave his Sissy's ass a firm squeeze.  He reached one massive hand down the front of his Sissy's sari, roughly feeling the Sissy's tiny but growing breasts.  Sissy let our an adorable little yelp when that happened.

The businessman started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but I stopped him.  "Oh no!  You can't do that yet.  Not until you've paid!"

"Fine." the businessman grumbled.  "I'm late for a meeting anyway."  He re-zipped his pants and picked up the briefcase he had brought with him.  "Here," he said as he handed me the case.  I opened it.  Inside were stacks of hundred dollar bills.  My full payment in cash.

"Deliver him to my private plane in the morning," he said to me.  And to his lovely little Sissy he said, "And when we arrive in India, you and I will be married.  Won't that be wonderful!  You will be my little Sissy wife and slave for the rest of your life."

Graduating Sissies

It was Graduation Day at the Sissy Academy!

After nine months of intensive behavior and body modifications and training at the Academy, the six Sissies had been fully transformed.

None of the Sissies had "enrolled" in the Academy voluntarily.  Three were deposited at the Academy by vengeful wives, one by  an angry stepmother, and two had been runaway teenage boys kidnapped from the bus station.

The training and transformation process had been brutal and relentless.   Any resisitance or display of masculine behaviour was swiftly and harshly punished.  Extensive plastic surgery was performed and hormones administered against their will.  Perfection was required in all classes at the Academy, from hair and make-up, to ballet, to housekeeping, to "techniques for pleasing your man sexually."

After nine months at the Academy, the poor Sissies were deeply confused and disoriented.  Despite their resistance to the training, all of the Sissies felt a unsettling sense of pride for having satisfied their trainers and graduating.  They all smiled as they posed for the group photo following the awarding of diplomas.

And of course, all of the Sissies were looking forward to going home -- or at least being free again.  Silly Sissies!  That wasn't going to happen.

At 6:30, the post-Graduation cocktail party would begin.  What the Sissies didn't know was that at 7:30, the Sissy Auction would begin.  And by 9:00, all of the Sissies will have been sold to their new Masters and whisked away to their new homes and new lives.  For a lucky few, a life as a Sissy housewife might await.  But for most, a life of servitude and humiliation awaits, serving their new Masters as Sissy slaves, Sissy maids and Sissy whores.

Sissy on the Beach

Master Rick brought his captive Sissy Shelley to the beach for the first time. Sissy Shelley rarely left the mansion; he had been Master Rick's captive and sissy love slave for three years.


Today, Master Rick wanted to show off his little sissy on the beach. Sissy Shelley's body was totally hot! The hormones and surgery he had forced on his sissy had transformed him from a skinny young man into the ultimate in sissified beauty and perfection.


Master Rick dressed poor little Sissy Shelley in a skimpy bikini. His big, soft boobs were shamelessly on display for everyone on the crowded beach to see. His tight bikini bottom barely hid his tiny useless sissy cocklet.


Master Rick walked down to the water and dove into the surf, leaving Sissy Shelley alone on the blanket. Sensing an opportunity to escape, Sissy Shelley leapt up from the blanket and started sprinting down the beach, his huge tits bouncing madly as he ran. Master Rick saw his prized sissy captive making a run for freedom. Master Rick raced after his sissy and tackled him to the sand.


Master Rick pinned his sissy to the sand. Sissy Shelley knew better than to try to fight his powerful, muscular Master. With his hard body on top of the little sissy's lithe little frame, Master Rick whispered into Sissy Shelley's ear, "That was a very very stupid thing to do. You should know better than to escape. You are my sissy sex doll, now and forever. Trying to escape was a very bad thing to do. Tonight you are going to be punished -- severely -- for your misbehavior.


Sissy Shelley felt Master Rick's cock getting hard in his swim trunks.


Oh look at that," said Master Rick with a smile. "Thinking about beating you tonight is making me hard. Tonight is going to be lots of fun -- for me."


Master Rick pressed his lips onto his sissy's pretty mouth and kissed him very very hard, plunging his tongue deep into the sissy's mouth.


"Time to go home, you bad little sissy."

New Sissies for the Harem - Part 2

The Prince insisted that the sissies in his Harem (all 12 of them!) be trained in the art of seductive dancing in order to entertain and arouse the Prince and his guests.  The sissies in the harem were very motivated to perform well -- sissies who failed to develop and demonstrate perfected dancing skills were severely beaten and demoted to serving as sex slaves for the Prince's guards.

New Sissies for the Harem - Part 1

As one of the wealthiest oil barons in Saudi Arabia, the Prince had unlimited funds with which to build his Sissy Harem.  Frail and effeminate boys were lured from ghettos in Europe and Asia with promises of jobs in the Prince's palace.  What actually awaited these unsuspecting boys was a lifetime of captivity and a 24/7 program of feminization.  After a year of hormones, surgery and intensive training, the thoroughly feminized boys "graduate" to become part of the Prince's Sissy Harem where their lives are focused solely on attaining sissified perfection and pleasing their Prince and Master in every way.  Here we see two of the Prince's favorite Sissies about to engage in some hot Sissy passion for the Prince's entertainment.

The Busy Life of a Sissy Servant

Sissy Daniela feels completely fulfilled by his/her role as the submissive, obedient servant of the Mistress that he/she adores. He happily gave up everything he once had as a man -- his job, his family, his life savings, and most of all his free will -- in order to be able to serve his beloved Mistress 24 hours a day. Sissy Daniela works tirelessly as the Mistress's sissy maid, her sissy secretary and when necessary, her sissy lover. In return for his/her devotion and service, Sissy Daniela receives the Mistress's firm and expert guidance in being transformed physically and mentally into a beautiful, docile sissy servant.

It is not easy being a sissy servant to a demanding and strong Mistress. It is only 5:30 in the morning, but our pretty little Sissy is already awake, bathed, and his/her hair and make-up are done to perfection. Still dressed in only his/her pretty bra and exquisitely tight girdle, Sissy Daniela checks the list of chores for the day. Soon he/she will don the morning service uniform and apron and prepare the Mistress's breakfast, beginning another day of servitude.